Another restart but without the trauma. One is always a bit unsure on what to expect from a new country on the first day of cycling. It is true that this is not the real first day as I cycled from the airport to town but it sort of feels like it. The guys in…
Category: Oceania
Sailing close to the wind
Three sheet to the wind, and some more sayings. After a few days of not doing so much, beside getting ready to fly to Melbourne with the bicycle, it was time to, quite literally, embark on the next challenge, learning to sail a yacht. This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a very…
By hook or by crook
It’s a good thing this was the last day of cycling and camping for a while. Snap, this is the sound which froze me while I was disassembling the tent. The shorter of the two aluminium tubes that form the structure of the tent finally gave up the ghost. You can see from the large…
Last night camping in New Zealand
All the best things in life are free The time on the road in New Zealand is slowly coming to an end, today is the last of the long runs. The plan was always to leave a light last day to see if I could shoehorn in some of the stuff I have to do…
I’m not a racist but…
The privilege of not wanting much. It’s another slow news day, one of the transfer day where the only exciting thing is at the destination rather than on route. This normally means that I get lost in al sort of thoughts and the subject today is something that I’ve been mulling over for a while….
Kauri and kiwi day
Come closer and see, see into the trees … Today is one of those days that starts with some expectations and finishes in a whole different way. It was going to be a 21 miles ride to the Waipoua Visitor Centre in the middle of the Waipoua Forest and to start with it was a…
Zingaro di lusso
The world of the have not and the one of the have yachts. Today has been a day full of reflections. The route was easy and the weather was manageable so there was nothing to do but to think. I met a nice couple of Austrian people last night in the campsite, I had met them…
90 Miles Beach
Cycling 19 miles of 90 Miles Beach I must have got too used to sleeping in the tent as I did not sleep all that well in the hostel, the bed was so so and the beddings a bit too heavy. I was sharing the room with half of the European Union (a boy from Spain,…